I can't help but Laugh at your fake outpourings Media, messiah You elevate higher just to Line the streets, show your grief A shared belief, a strong connection They left a space you can't replace For at least a day, such conviction I try to numb myself some more Mediocrity is what we all aim for Blackens my heart, it burns my soul Blackens my heart, it burns my soul I can't sleep at Night, I lie and plan Utopia without the Media masters holding All the strings, the English dream Can be achieved by anyone and anything Averageness personified Aim low, be satisfied I try to numb myself some more Mediocrity is what we all aim for Blackens my heart, it burns my soul Blackens my heart, it burns my soul Make plans of a world that I control Make lists of for whom the bell will toll Make plans of a world I control Lost my senses